by Ella Ford
The brunette looked up from her food and fixed Mistress Jessica with a look of irritation. “Can this wait till after dinner Jessica?” she asked, using the kind of voice one would use to control an unruly child.
Mistress Jessica snapped her hand back and placed the pamphlet on the pile of papers. She peered down at the table, not meeting Mistress Melinda’s gaze. “Sorry Mel, I just thought…”
“Eat your dinner please Jessica,” the older woman interrupted, making it perfectly clear that it wasn’t a request.
Mistress Jessica fell silent and began to half-heartedly push her food around her plate with her fork, making no attempt to actually eat anything. Mistress Melinda tucked in, wolfing down the food and not speaking another word.
As I kneeled on the floor, staring at my mistress’s feet beneath the table, I pondered the exchange and my encounters with each woman that day. The nervous exchange with Mistress Jessica in the bathroom, the hesitant way that she’d given me a command, the way she’d allowed me to dominate her body as I gave her pleasure. Then the rough session with Mistress Melinda, an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain where our respective roles were clearly defined.
It seemed beyond obvious that Mistress Melinda was the dominant half of this relationship; and Mistress Jessica, despite her wealth and power, bowed to her girlfriend as I bow to my mistresses. I wondered how far it went, how deep this dominant/submissive relationship had been explored and how much my presence there would change things. Did Mistress Jessica buy me in order to provide Mistress Melinda with an outlet for her needs? Or to deflect attention from herself?
The two women ate on in silence, occasionally stopping to take sips from the delicate long stemmed glasses of pinot grigio that Mistress Melinda had selected and poured for them.
“Jessica, take off your clothes and kneel in front of the sofa.” The command came from Mistress Melinda as she placed her knife and fork on her empty plate. It pierced the silence like a blade and hung between them ominously.
Mistress Jessica blinked, her mouth hung open. After several seconds, she finally spoke. “I’m sorry, I… what?” she sounded confused, the kind of nervous tone you might take when you’re not sure someone is serious or not.
Mistress Melinda picked up her napkin and dabbed her mouth, never taking her eyes of the young blonde. “I said, take off your clothes and kneel in front of the sofa.”
There was no questioning her seriousness. Her voice was calm and measured, dripping with authority and command.
“This isn’t funny Mel, y-you can’t tell me what to do like that,” Mistress Jessica replied, her voice wavering slightly.
The brunette parted her mouth slightly and licked her lips. “I can and I did. Now take your clothes off and kneel in front of the sofa!” she snapped, raising her voice ever so slightly and causing a shudder of trepidation to ripple down my spine.
I glanced up at Mistress Jessica, attempting to gauge her reaction. The pretty blonde’s features were locked in a mask of juvenile rebellion. Her lower lip was pushed out and her brow was furrowed. “Wh-what if I don’t? What will you do?” she challenged, determined to push her disobedience to the limit of Mistress Melinda’s patience. I cringed, wondering what punishment she might be inviting.
Mistress Melinda calmly placed the napkin down beside her. A sickly sweet smile crossed her face like a cloud across a full moon. It reminded me, in every way possible, of Miss Foster and her viper’s gaze. Any doubt that I previously had about who would emerge victorious in this encounter dissipated instantly.
“You will though, won’t you Jessica? You know it, and I know it. You’ve known it since the moment you met me in that bar, from the moment you plucked me out of my life and introduced me into your world of wealth and privilege. Me, a rough dyke from the wrong side of the tracks; and you, society princess, the belle of the ball.” She paused and took a sip of her wine, savoring the taste and studying the glass as she returned it to table. “But it wasn’t until you gave me Cassandra that I realised what it was you really wanted. What it was that I really wanted.”
Mistress Jessica blinked, clearly not used to being talked to like that. “I-I don’t know what you mean,” she whispered, her voice tiny and faint.
“You want to be told what to do. You want someone to give you direction, to take you in hand, to tell you you’re a naughty girl and punish you. You want to feel powerless and out of control, owned and used. You want to submit, don’t you Jessica?”
Jessica’s gaze dropped to the table in front of her. She could no longer stand to look Mistress Melinda in the eye. She sighed and blinked rapidly, turning all that had been said over in her mind.
“Y-yes,” she eventually replied, all semblance of rebellion gone from her voice.
Mistress Melinda smiled, “Good girl. Now take off your clothes and kneel in front of the sofa. Cassandra, please do the same.”
“Y-yes, Mistress Melinda,” I replied, wondering what on earth this crazy day still had in store for me.
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For the third time in the last twenty four hours, I found myself kneeling in front of the luxurious, leather corner sofa. I was completely naked, with my hands resting on my lap. Beside me, kneeled Jessica. Ordinarily she was my mistress, but for now, at least, was something else. The young blonde was also naked, kneeling in the same position as me. I was calm and contemplative, while Jessica appeared agitated, sobbing lightly as we awaited Mistress Melinda.
The other woman had overseen us as we undressed in silence, studying the soft curves of our bodies. Then she’d watched us lower ourselves into the kneeling position as instructed. She seemed to be looking for hints of Jessica’s early rebellion, a hint of disobedience. I sensed that she was more than a little disappointed when her lover meekly submitted to her whims and carried out her command to the letter.
Finally, she’d instructed us to remain kneeling, and then left the room.
That was ten minutes ago and I could sense fatigue setting into Jessica’s joints. The girl was beginning to twitch and shuffle in place, trying to find a comfortable position for her aching limbs. As I began to fear that Jessica would stand, Mistress Melinda finally returned.
The other woman had changed out of her clothes and now wore a lace-up black leather corset, with sheer black stockings and insanely high heels. She walked around on the precipitous shoes with perfect ease, and moved to stand in front of us, parting her legs so that we could see the loose folds of her pussy, glistening in the dim light of the living room.
I risked a glance upwards and saw that she was holding something. A strap-on dildo, thick and textured, the appendage appeared to be at least ten inches in length and several across. I felt my heart skip a beat as I studied the monstrous plastic phallus. Mistress Melinda grinned broadly as she ran her fingers along the length of the rod. I heard Jessica sob beside me, and wondered if she was already familiar with this grotesque dildo.
“Girls,” began Mistress Melinda, her voice oozing with sensuality, “as you know, it’s my birthday. So I think I’d like to begin tonight with you putting on a little show for me.” She allowed us a few seconds to absorb what she was saying. “Kiss each other,” she finally commanded, then turned to sit on the sofa, crossing her long, stockinged legs before her.
Without hesitation, I shifted my body around to face Jessica and lifted myself up onto my knees. The other girl was slower, her face held in a look of disbelief, unable to comprehend that she was being told what to do, but powerless to resist nonetheless. She raised herself up so that our bodies were inches apart, knees almost touching. I reached out my hands and gripped her hips, pulling her forward so that she fell against me.
We both gasped as our breasts squashed together and paused for a delicious moment, gazing into each other’s eyes and prolonging the anticipation of the kiss. I sensed the rhythm of her heartbeat, quick and hard beneath her soft skin. I felt her warm breath on my face, sour from the wine but rich with arousal.
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p; Finally, I leaned forwards and locked my mouth on hers. She yielded to me, bending her head back slightly as I made my advance. I lifted a hand up to her face, cradling her cheek in my palm. She leaned into me and closed her eyes, then parted her mouth slightly. I thrust my tongue forward, licking at her moist lips and seeking access. I was allowed entry and she pushed her own tongue into mine, rolling around it, eager for the taste of me.
My head was swimming and I felt myself losing balance. I tightened my grip on her, moving my hand down and behind, touching her ass and gripping her warm flesh to steady myself. Our bodies writhed together, skin slick with perspiration sliding against skin. I felt the hard nubs of her nipples rub against mine, two equally rigid buds of pleasure. Her hands roamed over my body, brushing my hips, caressing my stomach, grabbing my neck.
This was like nothing I had ever experienced. I felt myself becoming detached from the normal systems of self-control and wanted nothing more than to pounce on this sensual girl, dominating her with my mouth and pussy and fucking her face until I came all over her! But I resisted, fighting back at the last moment, regaining control of my senses and remembering that she was not mine to use. We both belonged to Mistress Melinda. The nature of our relationships was quite different, but we were each hers nonetheless.
As if reading my thoughts, Mistress Melinda interrupted our sexy clinch with her next command. “Very good girls. Now Jessica, I’d like you to lie on your back, your pussy facing me.”
The young blonde pulled away from me. She was panting heavily and even as she turned to lower herself to the floor, she couldn’t take her eyes off my body. I sat back and looked at Mistress Melinda, begging her with my eyes to allow the satisfaction I craved.
“Good. Now Cassandra, sit on Jessica’s face, facing this direction.”
I nodded, and shuffled to kneel beside Jessica’s head. I gazed down at her. She peered back up at me, wearing a look that was equal parts disbelief and anticipation. Disbelief that she, Jessica Gordon-Chambers, was being made to eat the pussy of her maid; and anticipation of the sweet taste of my juices. As I watched, her tongue flicked out and she licked her lips. It was clear which of her warring emotions was winning.
I swung my right leg over her face and leaned forwards until I was resting on my palms over her body, my pussy half a foot from her waiting mouth. I shuffled backwards, lowering my hips towards her until I felt her nose push between my ass cheeks. No sooner had I arrived at my destination than her tongue darted out and began its work between my legs. I gasped at the ferocity of it, surprised by the intensity of her motions. She plunged back and forth, probing deep into my labia and lapping at the damp flesh. Her tongue pushed upwards, finding my hole and forcing its way into it, then she thrust it back and forth like a tiny, moist cock. I threw my head back, unable to control the overwhelming sensations in my body.
“Cassandra, lower your head and eat Jessica’s pussy,” came a command from a thousand miles away. The voice of Mistress Melinda was cool and insistent and I was powerless to resist her wishes, nor did I want want.
“Y-yes mistress, thank you,” I stammered, rocked by the frantic attention of Jessica on my pussy, but genuinely grateful to be able to devour her own delicious sex. I leaned forwards, lowering my upper body until I was lying flat on Jessica. My pussy rotated upwards and Jessica’s tongue landed on my clitoris, pressing it hard and moving backwards and forwards across that aching cluster. I moaned out loud, unable to contain the feelings of pleasure that rocked my body.
When I finally regained my senses, I opened my eyes to find Jessica’s pussy mere inches away from my face. I reached around her thighs and locked my body on hers, then lowered my head into that inviting wetness.
I was overwhelmed by the taste of her; the humid aroma of her desire and the hot, lusty musk that I found between her legs. I ran my tongue through that damp maze, lapping at her pink lips as though quenching a life-threatening thirst. I sucked her labia into my mouth, pulling as much of her into me as I could, then dragged my tongue across her. I found her clitoris, and shifted my attention there. As the tip of my tongue flicked at the throbbing bud, I felt her body tense beneath me. Her arms coiled around my thighs and she drew me closer still, burying her face in my pussy until my awareness shrunk to encompass only the twin cores of our sex.
It was as though we had become one entity, a sapphic ouroboros; head to pussy, pussy to head. Our pleasure was an eternal ring, an endless feedback loop that could only increase until it overwhelmed us both with an eruption of pure desire. And yet I wanted this, I wanted to become her, for her to become me, for the blossoming bud of our desire to unite us both in eternal bliss.
Inside my body, a familiar beast awoke. Inevitable and irresistible, the furious force of my orgasm began to mount. I pushed my mouth forward, deeper, ever deeper, into Jessica’s exquisite sex. I smeared her around my face, and with every taste, every eager thrust, I felt a burning warmth gather in the pit of my stomach.
I sensed that Jessica was approaching her own climax. Her mouth was locked on my pussy, working harder and harder, pressing down and pulling back, a staccato beat of manipulation that sent roaring waves of fire throughout my body. It was all I could do to hold on to her, all I could to continue my own frantic action on her throbbing clit.
Faster and faster we both moved, quicker our tongues flicked forwards. I felt myself falling, submitting to it, preparing to give myself over to this glorious eruption. It was close now, so close that I could feel its fiery embrace calling out to me. I prepared to reach out, to drop myself into this lava river and allow it to wash over me. I longed to surrender my body into it and achieve the sweet, sweet release...
Suddenly, I felt a rough tug on my hair as Mistress Melinda grabbed my ponytail and dragged me backwards, away from Jessica’s hot pussy. I reached forward, an involuntary reaction rather than an act of defiance, a hungry need to regain that feeling once more.
My mind was reeling, plucked from the edge of orgasmic oblivion and plunged back into the world. I heard Jessica cry out, similarly bereft, deprived of that which we had both sought.
“Playtime’s over girls, time to get serious,” Mistress Melinda purred, and I felt a sharp push from behind. I stumbled forward and my lower legs struck the sofa. I fell down heavily, landing on my knees, bent double over the soft leather cushion. My bottom was pushed out, my legs spread and my pussy exposed.
As I struggled to find my center, I felt Jessica land beside me. I turned around and found myself staring into the deep blue eyes of the young blonde. Her face was still wet from my pussy and I longed to reach out with my tongue and lick that sweet nectar from her. She appeared confused, exhausted and shaken by the whole encounter. She too was bent double over the sofa, the pair of us presenting our quivering pussies behind us, offering ourselves to Mistress Melinda.
“Don’t just stare at each other, make out!” snapped Mistress Melinda from behind us.
As one, we shifted our faces towards each other and lightly brushed our lips together. It was difficult to achieve a good angle with our heads on the sofa, so we swirled our tongues together. I relished the taste of me on her, the rich flavor of my pussy on her lips, her face.
Then suddenly, she froze in place. Her eyes widened and her tongue went rigid. She inhaled deeply, her mouth hanging open with a look of surprise and shock. I glanced back, already knowing what I would see.
Mistress Melinda had shuffled into position between the legs of her blonde lover and was pounding her from behind with the huge strap-on. The tall brunette was gripping Jessica by the waist and thrusting the enormous plastic cock in and out of her and grinning wildly. As I watched, Jessica’s face began to melt. The initial expression of surprise was replaced with something else. Her eyes narrowed and glazed over slightly, a look of faraway contentment. She began to pant and I felt the warmth of her breath on my face.
“Did I say to stop kissing?” came a command from behind us.
I leaned forwar
d once more, trying to catch hold of her tongue with my lips but struggling as her body rocked forward with each hard thrust. Somehow, she pulled herself back from whatever place that intense pounding had taken her and she blinked, then lifted her head and locked her lips on mine. For endless minutes, we kissed, our frantic tongues interrupted only when the rhythmic penetrations became too much for Jessica and she blacked out, momentarily becoming still and ceasing her motion.
And then something tripped within her. Mistress Melinda’s piston action had reached a crescendo, her body thrusting forward faster than ever. Jessica’s mouth suddenly dropped open and her eyes went wide. I felt her hand grip my hand, slender fingers wrapping around mine, her nails digging into my soft flesh. And then she screamed out loud, “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh fuck! Fuuuuck!” and shrieked as the orgasm engulfed her.
She collapsed down onto the sofa, body going limp and eyes clenched shut. Her hand loosened its grip on mine and she appeared to drift away.
“One down,” said Mistress Melinda and pulled the dildo out of Jessica’s pussy. The blonde sighed as her lover released her, appearing to deflate like a punctured balloon.
I braced myself as she moved behind me, looking straight ahead and digging my clawed hands into the leather cushion. I wanted this so badly, wanted to feel the thick rod push into me and pound me hard. I wanted to feel the swift release of orgasm, and prayed that she would enter me quickly.
I needn’t have worried. No sooner had she shuffled into position behind me than I felt a firm grip on my hip, and a momentary feeling of light pressure on my tight hole. Then without warning, she pushed forwards, forcing herself into my dripping pussy and causing me to gasp in shock.
I felt a sudden rush in my head and stars swam in my vision. My hands dug into the sofa, harder than ever, as the monstrous plastic length was pushed into me. The sensation of being stretched, of being filled, was intense. It was a feeling of perfect rightness, of how things were meant to be. I felt whole, the final massive piece of the jigsaw being rammed into place. My pussy exploded with an unrelenting heat, and my body began to tingle.
